Forebber

So I hain't writ in forebber.

I moved to Harlem.

I have a job. But not a real job. I have to find a real job.

I am mere weeks away from graduating.

I stopped eating sugar and then started again.

I gave up Solitaire for Lent.

I am going home to visit my long-distance non-Mormon boyfriend next week.

I am not doing really well with any of my New Year's resolutions, which were: be a better friend, do more temple work, learn all about the Vietnam War, and stop eating sugar.

I started reading A.J. Languth's Our Vietnam, but school and other things have taken over my life. And then Harlem Snowflake came to get some socks from me and left me with some trash magazines and I keep reading them. The other thing I am trying to do is read the books people have lent to me. One of these is Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Instead of reading it on the subway, I read about Britney Spears and Anna Nicole Smith. But I'm actually less embarrassed to be seen reading these mags than Zen. Wasn't I supposed to have read it in high school?

My dad turned 67 yesterday.

Last night on the phone I bored my ldnmbf with a verbal listing of everyone in my family, full names and birthdates and years. He was very impressed. And bored.

I am still as in love as ever with Mr. Burkett. She totally freaked out for about a week after the move, which freaking out was not helped by Isis hissing and growling at her for no reason (because it really wasn't Mr. B's fault that we left our beautiful apartment on Cooper Street and ended up in this box-infested hole). Not that my apartment is a hole. Isis thinks it is because there are too many boxes. Some others may think it is too because I have to share the bathroom down the hall with some men. But my apartment has a (defunct) fireplace and is very charming.

Today I met my old college pals across the street from the MoMa and ate halal food. It was right jolly. We told each other about each other's love lives.

Night before last I took a nap from 7pm to 9pm. Then I went back to sleep at 11pm and woke up at 8:30. This sort of thing is ridiculous.

I have less than zero money. But I did get a paycheck and will get another paycheck and then my student loan refund check and then my deposit back from my last apartment. Then I will have closer to zero money. But still below zero. My sister as well as my ldnmbf think I should take up prostitution or exotic dancing. This might be a good idea. How else can I raise a quick mint?

I am doing a project about refugee youth education. It is very interesting and reminds me that I want to work with kids. I got to go to Staten Island and do algebra with a young man from Liberia. I LOVE algebra. I wanted to do all of his homework all by myself. But that would not have been the right thing.

I am very bad and have not completed my India project. I would not feel bad if it were just me and my professor involved. But there are children waiting for letters both here and in India because I am a nincompoop.

That is all for today. I think that is a sufficient update.